There's my baby!" I cried, quite carried away, "There's my poochiekins!". . . "Sadie," My dad said firmly, "Please do not refer to the devourer of souls as 'poochiekins'.
It's ridiculous. My life's been a series of happy accidents.
That honeymoon phase is so much fun in real life, when you meet and discover somebody new and fall in love and chase them. The pursuit. And that climactic final moment of ultimate togetherness.
Working on 'Raising Hope' is a very hurry-up-and-wait activity, and I just always liked the idea of being as productive as I can be. I write because I don't just want that time to dissolve, where I'm sitting in a trailer staring blankly at the paintings of moccasins that came with the trailer.
There's sort of a very symbiotic thing that happens on good TV shows with great writers, which is that they start to sort of embrace who the actors are and try to make the roles more specific to what they bring and what they can do.
There is a somewhat-surprising, somewhat totally predictable paucity of struggle in entertainment television. I do like being a part of a show featuring a family from a struggling socioeconomic strata.
Ninety percent of the time, I'm wearing imaginary people's clothing. I don't feel a huge pressure to go out and like, hit the town, hit the boutiques.
A Brother may not be a Friend, but a Friend will always be a Brother.
In a democracy, dissent is an act of faith.
The cup of tea on arrival at a country house is a thing which, as a rule, I particularly enjoy. I like the crackling logs, the shaded lights, the scent of buttered toast, the general atmosphere of leisured cosiness.
When the soul hears no other calls than those of the sweet chaos of daily good and evil.